Releasing the Demon [open to anyone loose in the City]
It started when he woke to the sound of the door of his room opening. Orderlies, Crowley assumed. Probably came back to give him more of that glorious sedative that made him sleep. He’d mostly behaved, even when the sedative and drugs wore off. It was strange that they let them wear off. Stranger still when a second orderly entered with a bucket and a sponge and started wiping the script that surround the doorframe, off.
Curious. Since the gradual wear of the drugs eased, Crowley understood where he was. He didn’t understand why he was there, but he sat up on his bed, mostly annoyed that his glorious sleep had been interrupted but now curious as to what was going on.
There was little harm in asking, so he did. “What’s all this?”
“Time to go, Mr. Crowley,” said one of the orderlies. “You’re being released today.”
He blinked his serpentine eyes. Well, that explained why they eased the number of drugs they shoved into his system. It also explained why the old script was being washed away and… as Crowley thought about it, some of the sigils were missing from the walls as well. Interesting, they did realize they were releasing a demon into the City, right?
Another orderly came in with a large bag of personal effects. Inside was his suit, his pen, everything else that had been in his pockets and of course, his sunglasses. “You can change, Mr. Crowley. We’ll be waiting to take you out of the Asylum.”
Moments later Crowley was dressed, sunglasses in hand and opened the door. Minutes after that he was standing outside Arkham looking upon his 1926 black Bentley and wondering who the one was that had driven it to the Asylum for him.
His humanoid hand ran along the exterior of the vehicle, examining the paint for any flaws. There were none. Serpentine tongue flicked a few times before resettling into it’s human form. His car was fine. As it should be. Crowley looked around a bit more, put his sunglasses back on and climbed into the driver’s seat. Everything was as it should be. Cassettes and Cds in their rightful places. Tank still on empty. And not a smudge on the windshield.
There was no looking in the rearview mirror as he slammed on the gas and peeled out onto the main road, leaving Arkham in his dust. If he never saw the inside of the Asylum again it would be too soon.
The Bentley pulled to a stop on the City’s main street, parked illegally on the street and Crowley stepped out not caring one bit for the law. Leaning over the car, the demon pulled his sunglasses off and stared into the distance where he had left Arkham.